My Nib

Location

My Nib treats, each piece of paper like a peanut. . . it eatsMy nib does not Nibble on the Sheets. . .It fiends for food, to fuel it's foundation its an Ink Fountain. .That's gushing with written wisdom.An Outstanding Ocean of Ideas that Octopuses couldn't even swim in. . .My nib, Stains the Sheets like yellow Paint Would Teeth. .It's not pretty, my pen will stencil something gritty.Stained like a crime scene, these rhymes mean much more than 26 letters sounding clever. . .My nib Stands Stiff & personifies the pressure of a plaintiff. .While the defendant is a puny piece of printer paper.Feeling the powerful penmanship in this cursive court of law...My Nib turns up the heat like a thermostatLetting Words Attack like Herds of Gnats on neck fatMy nib needs to write, like darkness Needs some lightMy nib is like a flight of steps. . . It elevates me to places I can't reach. .Allows me to speak to the faces I can't teach. . .I call my Nib my Write Hand cause it stays in my Right Hand & helps me like a Hype Man!!